Britney Girl

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Part 2 of the 4 part series

Updated 08/11/2022
Created 03/08/2007
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A Britney Spears Inspired parody of Aqua's Barbie Girl

-Hiya Britney
-Hi, Kevin!
-You want me to marry you, dump your sorry butt, then steal away your kids and wreck your career?
-Sure, Kevin!
-Well, let's go then!

Chorus

I'm a Britney girl in a world turned upside down
Hubby left my butt cos it was nothing but plastic
Poor dumb blond me
Did't find out till it was too late
Pop life ain't so fantastice
My head is full of air
I never wear my underwear anywhere
Got no imagination
My talent is a record company creation

Come on Britney, let's go party!

I'm a Britney girl in a world turned upside down
Hubby left my butt cos it was nothing but plastic
Poor dumb blond me
Did't find out till it was too late
Pop life ain't so fantastice
My head is full of air
I never wear my underwear anywhere
Got no imagination
My talent is a record company creation

I'm a blond bimbo girl in a drug induced fantasy world
They dress me up
They make me talk
I'm the record company's dollie

Record Company

You're our sex machine blow up doll
Selling your soul to make us some major dough
Don't care if you feel pain
As long as we're still riding that Britney gravy train
You'll let us kiss you here, touch you there, musical hanky panky

Like a blown out torch
I got no fire
Like a house where the light bill has't been paid
I'm dimly lit
oooooh
Ain't worth a shh

I'm a Britney girl in a world turned upside down
Hubby left my butt cos it was nothing but plastic
Poor dumb blond me
Did't find out till it was too late
Pop life ain't so fantastice
My head is full of air
I never wear my underwear anywhere
Got no imagination
My talent is a record company creation

Bridge

Come on Britney, let's go party
Ah ah ah yeah
Come on Britney, let's go flash the paparzzi your....
Ooh woa, ooh woa
Come on Britney, let's go shoot a secret nudie!
Ah ah ah yeah
Come on Britney, let's go wreck your life and career
Just like Whitney did with hers when she married Bobby
Ooh woa, ooh woa

They make me walk
They make me talk
To get those big fat checks
I must do whatever they please
Even if it means I have to act like a porn star begging on my knees

Come use me again
Be my temporary friend
Ooh Kevin please marry me again
Treat me like a clown
Fool around on me all over town
While I flash the paparazzi my.....

Like a blown out torch
I got no fire
Like a house where the light bill has't been paid
I'm dimly lit
oooooh
Ain't worth a shh

Come on Britney, let's go party
Ah ah ah yeah
Come on Britney, let's go flash the paparzzi your....
Ooh woa, ooh woa
Come on Britney, let's go shoot a secret nudie!
Ah ah ah yeah
Come on Britney, let's go wreck your life and career
Just like Whitney did with hers when she married Bobby
Ooh woa, ooh woa

I'm a Britney girl in a world turned upside down
Hubby left my butt cos it was nothing but plastic
Poor dumb blond me
Did't find out till it was too late
Pop life ain't so fantastice
My head is full of air
I never wear my underwear anywhere
Got no imagination
My talent is a record company creation

I'm a Britney girl in a world turned upside down
Hubby left my butt cos it was nothing but plastic
Poor dumb blond me
Did't find out till it was too late
Pop life ain't so fantastice
My head is full of air
I never wear my underwear anywhere
Got no imagination
My talent is a record company creation

Come on Britney, let's go party
Ah ah ah yeah
Come on Britney, let's go flash the paparzzi your....
Ooh woa, ooh woa
Come on Britney, let's go shoot a secret nudie!
Ah ah ah yeah
Come on Britney, let's go wreck your life and career
Just like Whitney did with hers when she married Bobby
Ooh woa, ooh woa

-Oh I'm like so over
-Well Britney, it's your own fault
-Oh I know

Giggle, giggle
Oops I guess I did it again!

2008 Ramona Thompson

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